Kiss her back

With a growl, you seize Rene by her spandex-clad hips, your calloused fingers dimpling the fabric as you yank her flush against your sweat-slick torso. The crowd's roar fades to a muffled hum as you hook a thumb under her mask, peeling it up just enough to expose her panting lips—glossy and parted in shock. "You can play that game," you murmur, your hot breath mingling with hers before crushing your mouth against hers. The second your tongues collide, the taste of cherry balm and iron floods your senses as you dominate the kiss, your thick muscle circling possessively inside her mouth.

Rene’s thighs clamp around your waist like steel cables, her spandex-clad legs squeezing your ribs with a wrestler’s precision. The sudden pressure forces a grunt from your lips, but you barely have time to react before she twists her torso, using her momentum to flip you both—your shoulder blades slam into the mat with a reverberating thud, her masked face now hovering inches above yours. The cherry-flavored heat of her mouth still lingers on your tongue as she deepens the kiss, her gloved hands knotting in your sweat-damp hair to hold you in place.

You starting to get wet!!

The moment Rene’s hips grind against yours, a jolt of electricity shoots up your spine. The friction of her spandex-clad crotch against your star-spangled thong sends heat pooling low in your abdomen. You can feel her trembling—whether from exertion or desire, you can’t tell—but the way her breath hitches against your lips tells you everything.

She's as hot as you are, if not hotter?

Your muscles flex instinctively, biceps swelling as you arch up against her, forcing her weight to shift. Sweat-slick skin slides against skin, the scent of cherry balm and iron thick in the air between you.